Li Mo held Bing Tuozi’s little hand, leaving the Wind Moon Small Residence. Along the way, guests who saw them were stunned.
To take such an immortal-like beauty to a brothel, impressive, kid! You must have some moves.
Guests in the lobby wanted to pull their hands away from the girls and give Li Mo a thumbs up.
The two returned to Biyun Tower, not taking any clouds with them.
But at the same time, the small courtyard of the Wind Moon Small Residence fell into a dead silence, with everyone’s hearts in turmoil.
Isn’t this also a form of disrupting the scene?
Like Hua Nongying, such a beauty can stir up men’s desires. Why isn’t such beauty mine?
Han Xianzi is different.
She is the kind of beauty that makes you feel unworthy after just one glance.
Dressed in male attire, she is peerlessly elegant, with jade-like skin and bone structure. The terrifying thing is that she doesn’t need makeup; she’s like a lotus emerging from clear water. Makeup on her face would only be superfluous.
When Han Xianzi appeared,
Hua Nongying seemed to instantly become ordinary.
This was how they felt. After all, feelings depend on comparison. If you haven’t seen women for a long time, you might even think that Blue Rabbit is beautiful enough to bubble.
“Wang Qi Dou Hun… What merit does he have?”
“It’s over, my lords. I feel I have no interest in visiting the Wind Moon Small Residence for pleasure anymore.”
“Now, even a courtesan looks like a vulgar woman…”
“Why is she following a man to a brothel?”
“This Li is truly wicked!”
The guests lost all interest, feeling that their previous extravagant spending was indeed wasteful. They all got up and left, not even bothering to look for other girls.
Hua Nongying had been slightly open-mouthed, but couldn’t say a single word.
She had thought about it.
To make Li Mo fall for her, should she sacrifice some beauty? As long as he didn’t completely get what he wanted.
If this God Hammer Little Overlord truly became the top in the future, rising to greater heights, she could also become his wife, a strong man’s spouse.
In short, Li Mo made her, the sea queen, want to come ashore.
But at the very least, she could get a complete poem or lyric from him, which would be remembered for generations.
She calculated everything well, clearly.
But she never expected that Ying Bing had been sitting next to Li Mo all along.
Nor did she expect that a single glance at Han Xianzi would shatter her pride, the feeling of being the most beautiful, along with her calculations.
The pressure was too great, so great that she didn’t dare to be reckless.
“He really doesn’t care about me.”
Hua Nongying was dispirited, as if shattered, not even hearing the servant girl calling her name.
“…”
Xie Xuan’s mood was incredibly complex.
He felt a bit sorry, yet suddenly became more sober. When the filter of Hua Nongying shattered, he began to doubt whether he truly liked her.
There was a song that suited his mood.
“If one day love is no longer confused, enough to see through all right and wrong.”
“Until then, you will no longer be praised in my heart.”
“You won’t be my empress anymore.”
…
At the same time, a bronze carriage departed from the Wind Moon Small Residence towards Biyun Tower.
Along the way, it was still unimaginably prosperous, unparalleled in its opulence.
Walking on the inner city streets, one can easily distinguish between residents of the capital and outsiders because their clothing style is like those three blue-and-white porcelain bottles, exuding exaggerated elegance.
But Li Mo, looking at the current prosperity, no longer found it particularly beautiful.
He felt something odd.
The capital seemed like a shiny apple on the outside but rotten inside, even emitting a nauseating stench.
“The outer city is more comfortable.”
Back at Biyun Tower, Li Mo stretched lazily.
“Ice Tuozi, tonight…”
“Official Li, I’m tired today.”
“…”
…
Ke Mo was startled, realizing that the little hand he had been holding for a long time had slipped out of his palm. Bing Tuozi went back to her room alone, giving him a lingering look.
Snap—
The door was slowly closed.
Sure enough, she was still not happy…
Ke Mo frowned, starting to think about where things went wrong. He recalled when Bing Tuozi started rubbing the big-headed doll…
It seemed to be exactly when he wrote that poem:
“Dancing with the clear shadow, how is it like being in the mortal world…”
The poem happened to include Hua Nongying’s name…
“Ke Mo, Ke Mo.”
Little Ke pointed at himself and then returned to his room, releasing the Taiyin Consciousness Soul.
Buzz—
A strange divine wave connected with Taiyin.
“Sharing the Moonlight”… Activated!
But the divine wave surged and then abruptly cut off.
It was like a video call being hung up.
“…”
Ke Mo helplessly took out paper and pen, and began writing.
Copying poems and lyrics to show off, though now he felt awkward, he had enjoyed it before.
Who would have thought it would be like this…
…
In the third room of the Hidden Dragon level.
The rooms of the top three were located on the true top floor of Biyun Tower, offering a different kind of scenery. Living here felt like being in the clouds, facing the starry sky, reaching out to pluck stars.
However, even amidst such beautiful scenes, Ying Bing, sitting on the bed, was unmindful of the beauty.
She wasn’t actually angry.
It was just that seeing Hua Nongying send flirtatious glances at him made her feel restless, as if she was being roasted over fire.
But the more she was roasted, the colder she felt.
Especially when she heard the poem.
Could it be that Ke Mo really wrote it for Hua Nongying?
Otherwise, why was it so coincidental?
Bing Tuozi, despite her intelligence, was a fool in matters of love. She found herself getting dumber, unable to think about such problems.
She felt she had become more calculating, unlike before when she cared about nothing except martial arts. Now, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, making her obsessed.
That’s why she ‘escaped’ back to her room alone.
That’s why she didn’t dare to accept his “Sharing the Moonlight”…
Ying Bing took out tea leaves, wanting to calm down by drinking a cup of tea.
But at that moment, she suddenly noticed something being slipped under the tightly shut door.
Bing Tuozi cautiously approached, only to find…
A piece of paper.
Moreover, the handwriting was familiar.
“Ode to the River: When Will the Moon Be Clear and Bright”
[Author: You don’t know.]
“When will the moon be clear and bright? Raising a cup to ask the blue sky. I wonder what palace in the heavens this night belongs to.”
“I wish to ride the wind and return home, but I fear the jade buildings and palaces are too high, cold beyond bearing. Dancing with the clear shadow, how is it like being in the mortal world?”
“The red pavilion turns, the low window shines, illuminating the sleepless. Shouldn’t there be resentment? Why does it always become full during partings? People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions; the moon has its phases of waxing and waning, full and crescent. Such things have always been hard to perfect.”
“But may people live long, sharing the beauty of the full moon from afar.”
It was the complete version of the poem from earlier.
Placed in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it’s not difficult to understand.
And it seems…
To be fitting?
Shouldn’t the moon not bear any grudge against people? Otherwise, why would it be so perfectly round at this moment?
…
PS: I still need to organize the new place. I’m exhausted today, but once I finish, everything will be fine.
Updates might be unstable these days. Please forgive me, dear audience.
